Echos And Scars Poem by Jessie Jett

These echos, these scars
Can't find their way out from my heart.
The death, I've loathed.
The pain, too fierce.
A heart, my love-
once deflatted and pierced.

These echos, these scars
They scream from the walls.
From my face tears do fall.
It truley felt like the end of it all.

Depth and deep-
What more can these scars want from me?
Constantly echos-
without making a sound.
These scars remind me of the pain
All the pain, I've been around.

These echos, these scars
Has taken a piece from my heart.
They scream from the walls.
From my face tears did fall.

This silence amends.
But how do you protect it from happening again?
These ehos, these scars
They don't hold back, they make you who you are.
Scars fo not echo or whisper tales.
For the scars do heal, and soon preveil.